Violence always begins in mind; it needs to be uprooted therefore from the mind itself. We have to find an ideology of peace with which to confront the ideology of violence; without that there will be no end to the violence. The horrendous event that took place in New York and Washington on September 11, 2001 are adequate proof of this point. They effectively demonstrated that, with a violent bent of mind, man can wage a war without even being in possession of arms. He can bombard without a bomb. Therefore, we have to eradicate the violent mindset.
The terrorism will persist in one form or another until the ideology of violence is countered with another ideology based on peace.

Last night, I was suffering from severe toothache, and the most horrible part of suffering was I could not do anything except bearing the aching with all patience I have. In the condition of just bearing and still having patience, I realized, this is what just about every Pakistani doing from preceding 5 years. From last 5 years, the Islamic Republic of Pakistan is being governed, better to say democratically governed, by some impossible sort of politicians who do know nothing except corruption on the title of politics. Pakistanis are as helpless as a patient of toothache is; cannot do anything except bearing what one is suffering from. As toothache distresses veins, eyes and some cases even brain, they have ruined the Pakistan’s economy, establishment, industry and every possible asset we can think of.

I do except the fact, that we bring these corrupts into the senate and assemblies. It is aftermath, or better to say aftershock, of our own wrong selection. This government is our own blunder that everyone dearly wishes could not made ever again in Pakistan. The point to ponder here is do we fulfill our all responsibilities towards our country just casting vote to the right candidate?

As we all know, prevention from toothache take little more than brushing the teeth twice a day. In same fashion, choosing the right government is take little more than casting votes. That little is little awareness and education about what the power of vote actually is.

Would not Pakistan be even beautiful, peaceful, pain free place to live if every one of us just have faith in Almighty Allah for food (as He promised to feed to everyone on this globe and beyond), and start struggling to be educated peaceful Pakistani ? Let us take a pledge to make some quality decisions at the time of casting vote by educating ourselves about responsibilities of a voter, so no other shameless smiling face will ever be able to rule and ruin our beloved homeland.

(Please let me know the in what ways, in your opinion, we can make better decision while casting vote)

When we hear the term ‘hero’, just about all of us think of someone or something supernatural or out of this world. We all infer Hero as someone who has everything best in life. I also used to define and assume hero in the same fashion. However, as I grow up I realize this not the way heroes are. Being a hero is more matter of attitude than a personality or charisma. Being Hero is decision to make everything best in life not just partaking best everything in the life.

Anyone who fights for the betterment and furtherance is a hero. Moderately one fights for the society, for family, for love or even for just for the self. The one who conquer is hero in the quest against fate, against powerlessness and low morals for the pursuit for real happiness and innermost satisfaction. Every one of us is a hero, a hero as long as we do not quit fighting for what we want, what we believe and mainly what we deserve. Heroism, in genuine, is not just winning; it is not giving up. Real heroes do not quit, they find the courage to get what they believe in. and, they find courage to within their own selves.

Real heroes are those who decide to write their own stories in their own way. Moreover, real heroes are the one who decide not be victim of their fates.

I’d been away from my blog for a long, my apologies to my readers that I was stuck in so many things.

But sometimes, some strange happenings can not stop you from picking you pen up again and start craving with words. For me, today this moment was I switch on the TV in morning and come to know about PM Gillani case, its proceedings and off course the his punishment.

As per my little knowledge is concern, democracy is the government to the people, of the people, and for the people. Our (the so-called) leaders claims they have maintained democracy in the country. But this (out of the norms) democracy is good for nothing; a common man has to suffers for years in court for little issues whereas PM get our the court smiling in just 30 seconds,

So, 30 seconds are all enough to punish someone for ‘Tauheen -e- Adaalat’, so strange yet so embarrassing that are courts have no respect, order of any citizen (regardless it is President or President’s Son) can be above then orders of SC.

It portraits that any one, can refuse the orders of court and it would only cost him 30 precious seconds of his life in the custody.

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Tomorrow InshaAllah will be August 14, 2011, 64th Birthday of our beloved homeland Pakistan. We all are so enthusiastic about the Independence Day. However, we witness this feelings hardly a couple of time in year but still love the feel of the enthusiasm, the patriotism and commitment to do something good for our beloved Pakistan.

It feels me proud of my people when I see them so much committed towards their country, but my heart crash into pieces when almost all of us forget what we promised to our dearest Pakistan. I do not wish to sound complaining towards my Pakistanis, I know all have our issues as well. As Pakistan is going through disastrous crisis and we all are suffering from that. Always wearing white green and having Pakistan’s flag on the rooftop may not be possible but at least we should love country with heart and soul.

We all can at least try to be united, love our homeland with sincerity, to be honest with homeland then our people and ourselves. The best to show love for your country is to get yourself properly educated for Pakistan, it is the only thing we have shortage of, educated minds. I wish this Jashan e Azadi Jazba remains forever.

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‘So, your parents forced to cover your head or boyfriend wants to wear head scarf?’ This is one of most outlandish questions I came across when I started doing Hijab. Most of the people I meet asked me whether my brother, father or boyfriend wants to do Hijab. To all those questions and people who asked those questions; my answer was simple, my Almighty in Surah Al-A’hzab Verse 59, told me to cover the self so I won’t get bothered. Translation of the verse is as “O Prophet! Tell thy wives and thy daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them (when they go abroad). That will be better, so that they may be recognized and not annoyed. Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.”

Before my dad, brother, husband or son, I am answerable to my Almighty for my doings. He is the one who loves me above every relation and wants my best in every condition. He told me that it is better for me if I cover myself my head to toe in the way my appearance and curves are not visible to any Non-confidential (Na-Mehram). My Almighty guided me in Qur’an simpler ways to keep myself save from evil, someone’s bad intuitions and someone’s greed. That simpler way is called Hijab.

Hijab is not just piece of cloth wrapped around the head, it is complete lifestyle. The lifestyle that covers the way you dress, way you walk, way you talk and way you carry yourself. A life style that asks you to not be very soft spoken with any unknown person of opposite gender; that asks woman to avoid strong smells so no one get attracted to her. A life style that just ask a women to not to wear something that is seen through or show her curves. Hijab is a lifestyle that allow woman to be sophisticated, elegant and beautiful without being vulgar.

Most of the folks around consider Hijab as restriction for woman but in real it is not. Hijab is not in way to restrict woman from anything it is just to protect her from evil. It does not let feel woman oppressed of what she is doing; in contrast, it adds charm and confidence in personality. It gives woman poise to be judged by her mind and words not by her clothing. It gives her self-confidence, shield, protection, dignity and honour.

This is the very first poem I remember Iqbal for, the lines that appeal me most from the primary school age till now are ‘Zindagi ho meri parwaney ki surat Ya Rab! Ilm ki shamma se ho mujhko muhaabat Ya Rab!’

Allama Iqbal one of the praiseworthy philosophers, world’s history ever witnessed. Iqbal praised as ‘poet of East’, ‘Revolutionary politician’, and ‘aspiring philosopher’ and many other good and worthy titles. However, I always inspire and admire Iqbal – The Dreamer.

Iqbal used all of his blessings to make a group of people a nation. He used his imaginations to dream, his dares to stand for that dream, his strength to admire others to his dream and courage to make it come true. Iqbal was a poet, lawyer, philosopher, and politician; but above all that Iqbal was the keen dream. The thing that makes him stand out of rest is his devotion to make his dream come true.

We, while pretending ‘being practical’, often lost and overlooked the beauty of imaginations and dreams. We admire people for their success we see but often overlooked to have a high regard for that beautiful dream or absurd imagination that is sole foundation of the success.

When I thought of imaginations, dreams and courage to made dreams come true, the first person I thought of is Iqbal. A man who dreamed for his nation and his virtues made the dream come true. Iqbal should be the inspiration for every Pakistani. Every Pakistani must have an imagination to dream and courage to make it come true and should not let ourselves to die, wander, and distract from their visions, the vision of a better Pakistani, and the vision for a prosperous Pakistan.

‘Nations are born in hearts of poets; they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.’ (Iqbal)

Today, on Iqbal’s 73rd death anniversary lets all us pledge to be a good Muslims, a good Pakistani and above all a very good human.

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I’d been away from my blog for a long, my apologies to my readers that I was stuck in so many things. But sometimes, some strange happenings can not stop you from picking you pen up again and start craving with words. For me, today this moment was I switch on the TV in morning and come […]